After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

Shen Ruyao watched helplessly as the previously gorgeously dressed and calm chief steward fell to his knees with a thud and trembling voice said, "Death to you, my servant!"

She turned around in surprise, only to see a peerless young man with an appearance as beautiful as a god walking in. His beauty was indescribable. Wherever he passed, people bowed their heads and dared not utter a word.

His Majesty.

She realized belatedly that this was their emperor, His Majesty the Supreme Being!

Their Majesty is so beautiful, like an immortal or a god.

She stood there blankly, almost forgetting to kneel, but His Majesty did not even look at her, just walked past the crowd and returned to the throne.

Emperor Zhaoyuan waved his hand, and four palace maids came forward and removed the gauze screen.

Princess Linping reacted instantly. No wonder the emperor behind the gauze screen remained silent despite the noise made by the crowd. It turned out that His Majesty was not there at all.

She hurried to the front of the crowd, took the lead and led everyone to bow: "Your Majesty, long live the emperor."

His Majesty did not call him, but looked at Wu Shilu: "You allowed this scoundrel to behave in front of the emperor, speak wildly and offend the young master, what crime should you be punished for?"

Wu Shilu kowtowed like crazy, almost crying out loud: "I deserve to die, please punish me, Your Majesty!" In the blink of an eye, he suddenly had an idea, and quickly changed direction, kowtowing to Ning'er who was still standing beside him: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, please have mercy on me, my lord, and spare my life!"

However, Ning'er was stunned by this series of sudden changes. She was like a sleepwalker, watching Ling Wei walk past the crowd, stroll to the golden dragon-carved gauze screen, and sit on the throne.

omg...

She looked dazedly at Wu Shilu who was kneeling on the ground with tears in his eyes. She was only paying attention to Luo Miaoyun before, so how could she not recognize that the majestic eunuch above her was actually Wu Shilu, whom she had dealt with in the past?

His son is still following him and serving him diligently today!

Wait, how could he, a eunuch, have a son?

Ning Er was completely dizzy, Ling Wei...

The Lingwei who accompanied her to pay respect to her deceased mother, the Lingwei who accompanied her to hide in the trees and eavesdrop, climb over the walls and houses, and hide on the roofs to watch people, the Lingwei who rode with her, the Lingwei who sneaked into the mansion to see her in the pouring rain at night, the Lingwei who took great pains to celebrate her birthday and sent her fox fur, jade paper, and colored glaze lamps, the Lingwei who worked hard on her affairs and racked his brains to arrange things for her...

That forever, always rushing to her side to accompany her when she was in danger, helpless, and at a loss, saving Ling Wei time and time again...

The person who had filled her life so carefully and densely from the very beginning was actually the emperor!

She couldn't help but stare at the man in ochre-yellow robe sitting on the throne. Yes...why was she so stupid?

She actually completely overlooked that, although the pattern on his shoulder was low-key, it was clearly a dragon pattern!

He said his name was Chu Huan.

He was the master of Xiao Ding, Lu Kui, and Liu Ying. He made the second master treat him with great respect, and even the eldest princess dared not neglect his subordinate Wu Shilu. Han Guang, whom he casually arranged by his side, had martial arts that even the marquis was amazed at, and the doctors he invited to treat him were all the most experienced imperial physicians in the palace...

She suddenly thought of the elaborate imperial meal, and the countless times of explicit and implicit hints that had passed her by. Who else could make the powerful Duke of England humble himself and treat a powerless commoner like her with such respect?

Who else could give himself a mansion like Qingyuan Garden, which is ten times more exquisite and luxurious than any other official residence?

Chu Huan...Ling Wei...Emperor Zhao Yuan!

Ning'er touched the Qilin jade pendant on her waist and opened her eyes wide. Why was she so blind?

She was suddenly at a loss. He was the emperor, should she kneel down and kowtow?

At this moment, Ning'er heard a familiar low laugh. Ling Wei waved at her and asked in a very intimate way, "Silly child, why don't you come over?"

Ning'er forgot where to put her hands and feet for a moment. She was dazed and saw Wu Shilu still kowtowing on the ground. She said, "You get up first."

Wu Shilu stopped crying immediately, smiled and said, "Thank you, Master Ning, for your mercy!" After that, without waiting for the emperor to speak, he raised his hands and feet, bowed and stood aside.

Ning'er then raised her head and looked at Chu Huan, who was sitting on the throne with a handsome face. Even if she looked at his features a hundred times, they were still as handsome as before. However, the dazzling bright yellow all around made him look as majestic as a mountain and as deep as the sea, making people dare not look at him directly.

Chu Huan waited patiently for Ning'er to come to her senses. He neither urged her nor disturbed her. He just quietly stared at the girl whom he regarded as a treasure.

Fortunately, it seems that she doesn't hate herself because of her identity.

Ning'er almost forgot how to walk. When she came to her senses, she had unknowingly walked in front of Chu Huan and was looking directly at the emperor with a rebellious look.

Fortunately, the emperor didn't seem to blame her. Instead, he looked at her with encouragement.

She spoke nervously, stammering, "Your Majesty."

Chu Huan suddenly smiled like a spring breeze: "Why, you don't recognize me now?"

The gorgeous morning glow suddenly burned Ning'er's cheeks. If there were not so many people in the room, she would probably have buried her head in the ground.

She whispered, "There are so many people here." The implication was, you are the emperor, how can you joke with me in front of so many people?

Chu Huan hummed softly, but misinterpreted her meaning: "If you don't like it, I will let everyone else leave after I deal with the Luo family's affairs."

Emperor Zhaoyuan glanced at Wu Shilu, who then obediently placed an armchair under the throne and said to Ning'er in a flattering manner, "Mr. Ning, His Majesty has granted you a seat. Please take a seat."

Ning'er was overwhelmed, but she couldn't refuse the emperor's kindness, so she could only sit down in front of Princess Linping in front of everyone.

In fact, Ning'er was worrying too much. Except for a few people, no one, whether palace servants or female relatives, dared to look at His Majesty at this time.

At this point, Emperor Zhaoyuan said casually, "Get up."

All the people in the imperial court heaved a sigh of relief and knelt down in fear and trepidation to thank the emperor for his grace. However, when they looked up, they inevitably saw the precious young master sitting in front of His Majesty.

Seeing Ning'er again at this time, Madam Zhu's mood was so complicated that it was hard to describe. The answer to the question was obvious to her without Luo Miaoyun even saying anything.

This little girl who had made a living in her room, the child whom she had treated with a little kindness out of pity and at the request of her son, turned out to be the only flesh and blood of her only son Chongyan!

After leaving Ning'er, Emperor Zhaoyuan's gaze became extremely cold. He nodded slightly: "Luo..."